They showed us the same film but in 1956 or 1957. I think it's on the archives here somewhere. I'd a told the bum who parked the big ass camper there to move that thing.

I REMEMBER this film!!! They showed it to us in the 1980s when I was in First Grade. It was extremely dated then, but I suppose the school had no budget because I also recall being forced to read Sally, Dick, and Jane books from the 50s. Anyhow, I remembered this for a few reasons. I recall feeling extremely depressed for some reason after watching this, and I also recall feeling harassed and scared of the Grandpa car that accuses the kid of being "A STRAGGLER!" To me it didn't come across as loving correction, but as an accusatory trial, where the kid was forced to answer and justify himself to this panel of huge, grouchy cars that could find him wherever he was and even hijack his dreams. I felt shaken up afterward. I also remember a classmate named Nicole telling me in all seriousness that day after school "Don't be a straggler!" To this DAY, I can't hear the word "straggler" without thinking of this damned film!

Also.... am I super lame for liking the theme song? Probably. xD

A Highly oddball movie about a boy, who after running out carelessly in the street and almost gets hit by a car, get a stern existantational lecture from his father and then off to bed for him! Timmy then has a strange dream where he's almost in a tribunal with three old cars judging him. Luckily for Timmy, he has his dog that growls at the cars on occasion. Realizing that TImmy is a good boy and probably won't dart out onto the street anymore, the cars let him off, just in time for his father to wake him up to go fishing. Hoo-ray!

"If that car had hit you, you wouldn't be fishing tomorrow... or ever. You could have been killed." Aww shucks dad, you're so OPTIMISTIC.

It's rare when I give a remake of a 5-star film 5 stars, but this late 60s remake of The Talking Car goes the 50s version one better. It's obvious that the mind control tactics of the talking car conspiracy got more sophisticated during the 60s. This talking car, a big ol' Plymouth Custom Suburban station wagon (My family had one just like it, only blue, when I was growing up. Hey! No wonder I turned out so screwed up!), works on only one kid at a time, little Jimmy, and invades his dream life. Not only that, but he recruits two other talking cars to help him, including one that I swear is Otto the Auto as a senior citizen, and a cranky one at that. Poor little Jimmy doesn't have a chance! Jimmy's dad seems to be in on the conspiracy, too, as he quizzes Jimmy about the contents of his "dream" when he wakes up, and rewards him with a fishing trip when he gives all the "right" answers. OK, folks, forget what I said in the review of the 50s version of The Talking Car about warning your kids about talking carsÂÂit's obvious that they've brainwashed everybody by now with their sophisticated methods and there's no escape for anyone. God help us in the future.
Ratings: Camp/Humor Value: *****. Weirdness: *****. Historical Interest: *****. Overall Rating: *****.